The Wistful Voyage
Chapter One Etienne Descamps scrubbed the brass plate of the filing cabinet with a rag soaked in vinegar and salt, his knuckles white against the cold metal, while the dust of the Ministry of Memory settled on his shoulders like a fine, grey snow. He was thirty-four years old, a junior archivist in the basement archives of the modern Ministry of Memory, and he had been searching for three days...
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